[ She moved her left hand from his hair to his back, and her right hand from his chest o his hair. Snaking her arm under him to reach. She could feel him mutter against her skin, and yet still heard him clearly. She began rubbing soothing circles on his back, resting her face against his neck in return.

She felt so warm and safe against him like this. He leaned into her so that he was practically laying on top of her. Not like he was trying to pin her down, it was just inevitable with how broad his torso was in comparison to hers. Even so she encouraged it a bit, subtly tugging on him so that he covered her more almost like a blanket. She let out a small sigh of her own, needing to resist hooking her leg over his hip, her leg twitching slighting against him instead. She needed to focus, and not derail him. ]

I don’t think it’s that they look down on you. They probably just don’t think that you take it seriously. And they don’t want someone to die because of something reckless that you do.

[ That was what she had heard anyway, second hand through Kiraki who seemed to have taken Mamoru’s frustration and somehow amplified it tenfold. Where Mamoru was ready to give him some harsh words, Kiraki was ready to grab him by the scruff and tell him exactly how he needs to shape up. But Kiyomi had made sure to convince Kiraki otherwise, or to at least stop her from marching into the Church on her own. ]

I don’t look down on you.
It's just that since Mamiya-san died, they are just very aware that any of them could die at any moment, and they just don’t want to lose anyone else.